The first year of high school essay

In daily study, work or life, we must have come into contact with composition, which is a speech activity in which people express their ideas in written form. What kind of composition have you seen? The following is my collection of the first year of high school essay 5, I hope to help you.

The first year of high school essay Part 1

"Firecrackers in the sound of a year," another year of spring is coming, the streets of ten thousand people, families have gone back to their homes to celebrate the New Year, our family is no exception.

As soon as we got back to our old house, we immediately started cleaning. Buckets of water sprinkled in the yard, waving up the broom to sweep the dust, with a mop to mop and wash the stairs, the smell of New Year's Eve is unconsciously diffused in the house. Sweating after laboring, the air is full of salty smell. The smell of New Year's Eve is salty!

In the evening, I went to the roof of the building to look at the stars, and I found that the starry sky here is boundless, and I can't tell which one is Polaris and which one is Ursa Minor. In the distance, people have begun to set off fireworks, but very sparse, can not be broken, the night sky of the quiet, but also vaguely reveals some flavor of the year, like a shy woman in general. This time the flavor of the year, but then become faint.

On the 30th night of the year, we had a reunion dinner, and even if the meal was ordinary, we could eat a different flavor. Everyone's face can be more or less see Guanxi, families are full of joyful atmosphere. Drinking a bowl of meat is sweet! The flavor of the year is sweet.

This day, it can be said that a hundred "flowers" are released. The fireworks are not finished, the fireworks of the other family began to release. Wherever the door are hanging lanterns, pasted with couplets, "Fu" word abound, everywhere. The fireworks were deafening and made the sky colorful. Ah! The flavor of the year is colorful!

After watching the fireworks, I looked at the watch, ah, almost eight o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala will begin to play. I have been watching the Spring Festival Gala for several years, and it has become my habit to watch it on New Year's Eve. One of the skits in the Spring Festival Gala, "Going Home", y touched me. In the skit, the father of the family wore clothes without buttons in order not to cause homesickness due to a button. This made me realize that no matter how far away from home I am, I will never forget my hometown. This time, the homesickness makes the flavor of the year bitter.

On the morning of the first day of the New Year, firecrackers, firecrackers "boom boom boom" one by one to explode, clumps of yellow flames to flash, but also fleeting. After the firecrackers, the whole sky has become gray, firecrackers produce ash long time, straight into the sky. I stood in the "fog", like a fairyland. Just when I wanted to feel the fresh air in the "fog", the "fog" mischievously into my nose, choking me constantly coughing. The flavor of the year has become spicy again.

On the fourth day of the month, Grandpa and his relatives were reluctant to say goodbye, and the sadness of parting was evident on everyone's face. "Farewell gentleman go when to return?" This is when the flavor of the year becomes sour again.

Ah, the taste of New Year's Eve is endless, simply can not say it all! The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

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The marks on the graduation paper are indifferent and decidedly bright red, symbolizing the irrevocability of the past and the sharp parting of the feelings; your short hair and your pupils, like the splash of ink in the white and tender face; and that coloring of you and me, it must be a deep and fascinating golden color!

I walked forward in this brick swirling open space, and from time to time the locomotives of the demolition team passed by, causing a cacophony of noise. I recognized the campus gate from its crumbling ruins. Just repainted less than a year after the demolition of the gate, the reddish rust, my thoughts can not help but timeless to the poetic faraway.

The rainy season, sniffing the humidity in the air, in the five-story school building back and forth. A childish game of chase, you face covered with smiles, that is a kind of sweetness I have never seen in adults. It's like a cotton candy that doesn't taint your mouth, dissolving directly into every pore, warming your heart, and immersing every cell in this short-lived flutter.

Only two of us in the campus, only two of us laugh along with the up and down stairs, the ground trembling sound, played lightly. Hazy raindrops converge, converge on the eaves, and fall down abruptly, wetting on your lapel.

I seize the moment of your negligence, a tug on your arm, game over.

We were sitting on the steps, hand in hand, carrying our small school bags, not caring if the ground was clean or not. The rain fell with the cold air on the open space of the campus. Every now and then, a few wisps of unruly rain drifted diagonally toward the eaves of the house, beside your steps and mine. We move back inside. I break the silence and look into your big, yo-dark eyes with extremely tiny raindrops on your lashes, "We're going to be best friends for the rest of our lives, aren't we?" You looked up at me in disbelief and glanced at the school entrance, your parents hadn't come with umbrellas yet, "Uh huh." I smiled with extraordinary joy, but I didn't want you to realize how happy I was, "Then, let's make a promise, ten years later, in 20xx, we'll still see each other in front of the school," "Yeah." You smiled foolishly, smiling eyes curved into a slit, like the narrowest crescent moon in the night sky, behind the stars in the sky, warmth and light from the dimples drilled out.

Nowadays, the campus that requires a group hug to encircle the tree, has long been stopped, I swept the stump next to the dust, took out a tissue and wiped the year round, sat up. I am clear, you are not good grades, elementary school, junior high school, high school, such as the boat against the current, one step back is no longer difficult to move forward, only to return to Kaifeng's hometown on a general high school. The distance between my heart and mind, but also with the spatial distance, constantly lengthening, expanding ......

The 18-year-old deadline is approaching, ten years of the decade, ten years have not forgotten "I wish ten years I mention the old, I wish ten years you are still old friends." I would like to brew a cup of wine at this moment, straight waiting for you to look back, to comb a comb our timeless drops.

There is a saying: three years old, six years old. The influence of family education on a person is very important, and likewise our family has its own family style.

When I was a child, I used to live with my grandfather for a period of time, and my grandfather's family did not have much else, but very many books, books everywhere in the house, bedside, sofa, bookcase, toilet, as long as the eye can see are books. Grandpa often said: "All the world is in the book, the world does not have everything is also in the book, the book, sometimes do not need as long as the touch, is a kind of enjoyment."

To be honest, I often do not like to read books, I prefer to play mobile games, like to indulge in the fun of the game. Grandpa and mom never criticized and accused me of playing games this thing, they just stipulated the time to play cell phones and games, until one time, I and grandpa at the station waiting for the car, I do not know why to wait for the car has not been coming, I was anxious at the station constantly stomping, sighing, but grandpa from the back pocket took out a book will be read with gusto, even if the sky rained rain, grandpa did not notice. I asked him why he was reading. I was very strange to ask Grandpa why he was carrying a book with him, Grandpa smiled and touched my head and said, "The difference between a person and a person is the fragmented time how you use it." Later I found out that my mom is also the same as grandpa, she never carries a designer bag, every time she likes to carry a big cloth bag, the bag always contains a book, and she will take it out to read in her free time.

Grandpa's life is also very regular, get up at five o'clock every day to exercise, after breakfast is his reading time, although he has more than 70 years old but he still insisted on studying more than two hours a day, and insisted on writing reading notes. Under his influence, my mom also wakes up at five o'clock every day to exercise, and she often says that waking up early gives her more time than others, and reading can change a person's temperament. Tseng Kuo-fan once said that a person's inner temperament is difficult to change, unless reading a road.

The family is the first environment and the first classroom on the way to growth, which plays a decisive role in the formation of a person's personality. My grandfather influenced my mom with his words and deeds, and my mom influenced me with her words and deeds.

In my home, pick up a book has become a habit, a good family style as a purple clay pot, no matter how trivial small things loaded into it, poured out there is always a wisp of tea, and our family poured out of the aroma of books.

"Fluffy hemp in the middle, do not help but straight, white sand in the nirvana, with the black." In our family, parents do children's role model, I see my mom and dad's selfless dedication to their work and family to others. The traditional culture of our nation advocates, "Cultivate one's body, unify the family, and pacify the world." No matter how great the ideals, my parents taught me to start with myself and a family. It is the good family style that will bring together into a good national style, and our country will become better and better.

The world and all things in the world are so, the authorities are confused, the onlooker is clear, we should be transcendent not to affect the folding essence to see the problem can get the essence.

The universe of life, people have to live in it, but also to be able to turn around outside the matter, from the point of view of the spectator to see the problem, the problem can often get the best solution.

Some people say, "Only they know themselves best." So close your eyes and listen to the deeper and deeper in the mire of mistakes, believe in yourself and listen to others may seem to be inconsistent contradictions, but the two have a unified side, they are just like our left arm and the right arm, can not do without one another.

In today's competitive world, we need to believe in ourselves and others.

Believe in yourself, is a full affirmation of their own ability to fully agree with a person who does not even believe in themselves, and who can believe? When they have a clear and rational understanding of their own should "walk their own way, so that others say go." China's women's volleyball coach was in the organization of the women's volleyball team when the pressure was great, many people advised her to insurance for good, however, he argued, believe in yourself, and used Feng publication and other new generals, and ultimately the reorganization of the success of the reclamation of the seventeen years of the loss of the prize of the waiver.

Believe in yourself at the same time, we also need to believe in others, which is determined by the variability of things and the limitations of the self, in many cases, our eyes are confined to a small range of "rats" and "self-righteousness" at this point! Other people's observations from multiple angles, evaluation of more objective authenticity, we have to believe in others, Tang Taizong accepted Wei Zheng and other people's advice, so there is the enlightenment of the world, Zhu Yuanzhang accepted Zhu Sheng's advice, so it is also the country's prosperity and people's peace, on the contrary, the stubborn Ma Su put Wang Ping's loyal advice in the face of the self-professed "familiar with the book of war," the results of the loss of the Street Pavilion, lost their lives.

Other people's opinions are sometimes good, sometimes not, we should take the best and discard the dregs, in the confidence is to believe in themselves, in the confused and cozy believe in others, the two complement each other with each other tend to get the best results, more from the perspective of the observer to see their own life and the world the world will give you a surprise.